I have always wanted to be a poet,
But I feel no pain, I have no joy.
I don't judge moments as they go by.
I never evaluate my feelings,
I notice not the glitches of society.
I regularly fail to understand emotions.
People differentiate, I don't pay heed,
People are partial, I let them be,
People separate me, I gladly leave.
Discrimination has become a normal now,
But being unaffected by the discrimination
Has always been a normal for me.
I see people around me fighting, struggling,
For a cause, for their rights, for just being,
I join them, but I feel nothing of what they feel.
I am almost always thankful and satisfied,
And contentment can never lead to art.
It is the restlessness within the soul
That guides the mind towards creativity.
Almost all great arts come...